50 word story: Unsung chapters

One hundred and twenty three more- chapters that remained unsung, in the room’s muggy corner. I cringed under the sheets as I liked the coherence with my indefinite pain. Better than ascertaining that it will remain untouched, unsung always.

Dotting down my feelings, experiences and imaginations.

To reveal is courageous, it makes you vulnerable. The ink spurting out from the metallic crease never knows the power it fetches.
Every word has a story and I don't speak here, my letters do. So listen to them, yeah?
Here I start, taking a sip of my Irish coffee…